Lyrics:

[Hook]

I don't wanna be a mimic to become a gimmick

Imitator, prestidigitator, fucking fabricator

I don't need no critic to know my shit's real terrific

I'm an innovator, terminator, somewhat more than greater

[Asylum]

Imma go all out, make you all pass out

'Till you start suffering from blackouts

As if it's Black Ops, spraying like dreadnoughts

Brodie, I'd watch out for headshots

I think it's time, Hobie and I

We gon' get north, you gon' get south

Budget is low, aiming is high

Won't hesitate we gon' blow like kapow

Listen up, straight up

Imma make it real now, heads up

Stand up, nah, sit down

Better make sure you gone right it down

Light you up, calm down

We be quick, we ballista, we mortar

Like Voltaire, like Mozart

Cuz we can't quite stand how you all are

I been feelin' gross, I been seein' hoes

They been feelin' coke straight under they nose

Yeah, I ain't diggin' these, I ain't diggin' those

I may get better, but I'll never make my shit wrong

Mixin' n' dissin', I want that

No Abbey Road, all in my flat

Sprayin' all day like a hi-hat

Sprayin' one-faced, I'm no Kit Kat

We attack, no need for comeback

You mp3, I'm high format

Killin' this triplets like I scat

Killin' this flow like it's quick math

Listen up, straight up

Imma make it real now, heads up

Stand up, nah, sit down

Better make sure you gone right it down

Light you up, calm down

We be quick, we ballista, we mortar

Like Voltaire, like Mozart

Cuz we can't quite stand how you all are

[Hober]

Imma go all out, spreading 'pocalypse like it is Fallout

Making your grillz just fall out

You're about to run for the hideout,

Cuz I'm 'bout to tell you how I am gonna make it to the top now

I'll be bringing drought from the south to your hometown

Making marks on your face like a killer clown

Makin' a banger with no sweat on the brow

Doin' both beats and the lyrics like wow

E'ryone asks me 'why complaining?'

E'ryone told me to stop hating

Cuz e'ryone rap like them stuttering

Boy, you been rapping or mumbling?

Yeah, I wanna know why you stumbling now

Cuz I wanna make sure you go stumbling down

Hush lil boy there's a reason why you

Chose that lil name to be your crown

Metalhead who lost his band, how about that?

So sad, teen, not a middle-aged man

Never the less going mad, don't call me this or that

Paying taxes, still a human but I may just end you bad

Interesting, comrade, not a single song without a libitum ad

Musta feel good, living a dream, man

Make them mils, lad, not gonna lie, sometimes I feel a

Little bitter cuz I suss how better your career is

But as I am thinkin' 'bout it I don't wanna pity anybody

Who is not doing enough to earn that much

As any minute I'm about flip, so all I wanna do is spit

About how tired of that bullshit you been putting out I am

I know, I'm not another Eminem wannabe

I don't wanna mess with the OGs

I just wanna leave this memo where I guaranty

That you can be much better than this bourgeoisie

Cuz everybody from my alma mater

Wanna make some music like it doesn't matter

SoundCloud, YouTube accounts, do me favor

Drop that trap shit Imma be your saviour

Flavorless is your direction, new infection,

I don't get it, come here meet perfection

While you have that internet connection,

So you can get it fast I want your concentration

Don't let them lit the fuse

Oh, don't you let them win the game with them views,

Yeah, better threaten all of them, pause, hit defuse,

For the greater cause, because they abuse us, use us

Triola, triola, triola

Stop it, I just wanna talk with ya'll

You need some nitrate, I'm rucola

Suck it from me like you're some sort of dracula

[Hook]